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Forever Young 18 Chapter 18 AM I REALLY IN LOVE?: He blinked back into Earth and locked his eyes on mine in horror. "Get away from me! You are a monster! Get away!" he yelled and started to tremble. "Erm...I'm only human. I can't really do that much. I'm like you," I explained. "No! You're a monster! You're nothing like me! Nothing like me! Signore aiutami a uscire da questo demone e dannato signorina. Mandala a voi e purificare il suo sprint. Signore ci aiuti in tutto o dovremo affrontare il suo male facendo!" Angelo began to mutter Italian to himself. "HEY!" Zack called back with anger, screeching the car to a sudden halt and making Joe splat on the window screen. Joe groaned in pain as his face squashed roughly on the glass, and a small line of blood came trickling from his left cheek. "Cleo is not a demon and she is not damned!" Zack glared at Angelo, who looked up from praying. "You speak Italian?" "Hell yeah I speak Italian! And I also teach the language of 'Lets beat you up because you deeply insulted my girlfriend'!" I frowned at them both, and spread my arms between them. "Nobody is fighting no one, stay here and keep each other in one piece while I go see if Joe is okay," I ordered and crunched my eyes up in the darkness, with only the faint light of the on and off street light coming through the window making things visible, it was hard for them to notice I was glowering at them. I stepped outside and inhaled the air. It smelt early, you know, the five o'clock in the morning smell outside? I checked my watch, it was only three in the morning. I couldn't make out if Joe was still lying on the hood of the car or not, the dark forced my eyes not to see straight and trick my mind. "Joe?" I whispered sharply, wrapping my jumper tighter over myself. "Here," he moaned and lifted his finger up a bit. He was still lying on the bonnet. "Joe, get up. Get in the car if your dry," I added and got back into the car myself. Zack and Angelo were still how I left them, then Joe came limping in a few seconds later. "We need to discuss what he said about you," Zack murmured into my ear. "We need to get home also." I said shortly. "That can be done in good time." "So can discussing. I can't take anything in when my brain needs sleep, please take me home. My dad must be freaking out I'm not there in Alaska never mind if I'm not just at his house. So now we've got an idea of what the hunters can do. Can you me take my home? I miss my father," I said very quietly, gazing out the window, hardly blinking. "We can go to the safe house, then maybe go back home after you've rested," Zack smiled weakly and kissed me on the cheek lightly. I felt numb. No sign of emotion or feeling. I didn't move a muscle in my body when he kissed me, when I usually felt a spark-like feeling rush through me. Was I loving? Did I love him? Could I love him? An ice cold tear trickled down my chin, although I ignored it and hid my face in my blood stained hair. I traced my finger around a long cut I had from my finger to just above my forearm. Warm, sticky liquid caught onto my fingers as I traced the wound. "Do you want that bandaged up Cleo?" Joe asked from the back. "No, I'm fine thank you," I replied, not even looking up. I was so confused. My mind couldn't take so much thinking, I looked up at Zack driving. I thought him over, all the times he greeted me and smiled at me. When he wouldn't talk to me. When he wouldn't stay away from me. Is that love? It's too simple to be love. Is it really? It's also to hard be love. See, I can't even decide on my own theories my heads that messed up. I need time alone to think and to escape from my #life. And I know exactly where to go...

Forever Young 17 ....so...it's been a month....PLEASE DON'T SHOUT AT ME IN CAPITALS ON THE COMMENT PAGE! I'M INNOCENT! .. :$ ..enjoy. Chapter 17 WHO'S FIRST?: "Maybe, maybe not!" Martino snapped, throwing his arms around in raging anger. "Do you have fangs? And is that why you always wear black? ...so you don't turn into ash? And do you sleep in coffins?!" I asked, referring to stereotypes. "We have fangs, we burn to ash in sunlight (any other light is fine) but we most certainly do not sleep in coffins! Because we don't even sleep at all and this isn't the 16th century!" he growled again, stumbling out of his beaten car and throwing me out the back. "Are we where we need to be?" I mumbled. "Nope we need to walk, this is to help you sleep!" he croaked and shoved something into my left arm. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. "Snap snap! Chop chop! Come on pretty lady wake up! We need to get you out of here!" a different voice practically screamed in my cold ear. "Erm-wh-who are you?" I stuttered on my words. "That's doesn't matter right now, come on!" he grabbed me by the arm and pulled it over his shoulder so I could lean on him for support. Even though I didn't know who he was, I let him wrap his arm around my waist so I could walk a bit faster. I skimmed my eyes across the night sky. It was completely empty, even the stars were too frightened to come out and be seen. The air also stayed silent and it's usual whistled song wasn't there to lighten the tension. I was alone with a stranger, with even the nature afraid of my surroundings. "Who are you?" I asked, frowning at his reflecting eyes in the misty air. "I was going to ask you the same thing," I could see him frowning in concentration. "Then, if you didn't know who I was, why did you help me?" "You were captured, injured and your beauty caught my eye," he lifted his face to mine and held a finger and my face so I couldn't look away. He lent in to kiss me. "I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend, I can't let you kiss me," I sighed and he dropped his head down again. "I get it, I'd wonder why a beautiful girl like you wouldn't have a boyfriend..." "I'm really sorry." We walked in silence from then, did he even know where he was going? A few minutes later I heard two familiar voices arguing with each other. "No! It's not here you dimwit!" one voice said. "I know this is the place! I've been here before! And I know where my girlfriend is you hound!" another said. "Okay, you just crossed the line mister!" I could faintly see two figures and one bouncing around like he wanted a fight. "Oh do you have to be so childish?!" "I'm the childish one?! You're the one that doesn't drink lemonade without asking!" "What the hell? Dude, that's you!" "Erm...whatever. You're still childish!" these people were starting to sound very familiar. It was Zack! Oh yeah, and Joe...ugh. "Zack?" I groaned in pain and narrowed my eyes in the fog. He turned his head to look at me, so did Joe. Did they have a deal or something? Who ever reaches me first can have me? They both ran at top speed, though Joe barged Zack out of the way and carried on running towards me, he was getting close! But Zack got back up and pushed Joe into the nearest river and hugged me tight. "I'm so sorry I left you alone," he whispered softly. "It's okay, we're all safe now. Zack, this is, I didn't actually get his name, but you could say he save my #life!" "Thank you so much," Zack gave him a 'bro hug' and they shook hands. "Pleasure, I'm Angelo," I didn't notice before, but he had a strong Italian accent. "Ciao, would you like to come with us? Or do you have a place to stay?" Zack offered. I glanced over to see if Joe was okay- I don't know why I cared- and he was muttering to himself whilst trying to dry off. I shook my head and looked back at the conversation. "Sure, I'd love that. Because I'm actually homeless, I've just hunted around these forests for ages. Don't worry, I know what you all are. The idiot over there- clearly a dog You- a metholopious The people that own that place- vampire Me- human The girl- human," Angelo explained, although I didn't exactly like being called 'the girl'. "Mine names Cleo," I chirped in and held myself to Zack closer for more support. "Let's go home. Joe! Are you coming?!" Zack yelled out to him. "Suppose so!" he called back. Zack chuckled and Joe came back panting. "Great...wet dog in my car!" Zack said sarcastically. "Fine, I'll sit on the roof!" he moaned and clambered onto the top of the car and sat weirdly. "Don't fall off!" Angelo laughed at him and got into the back seat. "Thank you Angelo. And you Zack. I would've ended up a meal if it wasn't for you guys," I bit my lip, looking a bit ungrateful even though I was very grateful! "It's okay!" they both said in exact unison. I turned from the front chair and smiled at Angelo. Wait a minute, I thought only Zack's family had that tattoo! Because he had the angel wings on his upper arm. "What's that tattoo for Angelo?" I asked. Zack didn't seem uncomfortable, however Angelo froze like a block of unbreakable ice...

Hiding In The Light. #household I was once sad and lonely, Having nobody to comfort me. So I wore a mask that always smiled; To shadow my feelings behind a lie. Before long, I had many friends, With my mask, I was one of them. But deep inside, I still felt empty, Like I was missing a part of me. No one could hear my weeps at night, For I designed my mask to hide the lies. No one could see the agony I was feeling, For I designed my mask to be laughing. Behind all the smiles were the tears, And behind all the comfort were the fears. Everything you think you see, Wasn't everything there was to me. Until now; I'm still searching, For the thing that'll stop me crying. For someone who'll erase my dread, For the person who'll care that I'm not dead. But till then I'll keep on smiling, Hiding behind these curtains I am fading. Hoping one day I can smile without my mask, Till then, I'll be here.. waiting.

Forever Young 16 Sorry its been AGES!!(around 21 days!) Chapter 16: SINKING IN PAIN: "Don't. Even. Think. About. It." a harsh voice growled in my ear, as I was about to bite his hand. I didn't care what this person said, I was not going to let him take me. I bit down on his leather glove hard and ripped through the material recklessly, when I let go I grabbed my gun and raised it up. "You, wouldn't. You couldn't. It would not even do me harm anyway!" he grouched again. "If it wouldn't do you harm, I might as well shoot!" I snapped, releasing the trigger and watching the bullet dive towards him. I waited with my breath held. Nothing. "I told you, you humans just never listen..." "What are you then?!" I frowned, finding my bravery. He smirked happily. "We are ourselves." "What...species are you?!" I asked, trying to find the right word. "We are ourselves!" he repeated, grabbing my hands and throwing them backwards, breaking the bones easily and painfully. After he left my arms throbbing and limp, he tied a knot at the back of my hands with an old rag and fastened it so tight it broke a finger or two. Roughly shoving a cloth in my mouth so I couldn't talk are cry out for help, he kicked me in the shins and threw me in his car boot. "My name is Martino, we have come to kill you," he murmured close to my cheek and kissed it disgustingly, I grimaced away from him. He chuckled and shut the door down heavily. 'He must be one of the hunters!" I moaned angrily inside my crowded head. "Yes, I am. You're a lot easier to catch. And you're a kind of...bait...I guess to lure the rest of them in!" he spat from the front. I could feel his spit, even though he was quite a bit away from me. I built up with pain, my arms started to throb badly and my fingers began to twitch with anguish. I had never wanted to die so much in my #life before. "It'll be around an hour left my princess," Martino laughed to himself, I shook off the cloth around my mouth and scowled at him. "I am nobody's 'princess'!" He cackled back at my answer, throwing his head back so it hit the head rest. "Oh, we'll have to change that!" "I reaconise you from somewhere," I narrowed my eyes slightly. "Oh really?" his voice went all shaky and high pitched. "Yeah...there was ten of you...." I heard Martino gulp slightly, I tilted my head up towards him. "Snow-white skin...deep maroon eyes...you...you were in my nightmare on my first day of school!" I shouted aloud- I didn't really mean to be that loud, but I was- he bite down on his lip. "Ugh..you've guessed then?" Suddenly, a ear blowing screech came from the tyres, a huge bash came from beside the car and everything was blurry to me. I gaze up at the celling of the car. What just happened? Did we crash? I dead? I sure felt it, I felt #lifeless. I had no meaning to be breathing. I had no point to be living. Maybe I should give up? Let them take me and murder me, maybe I'll be happier when I'm dead. Less of the panic I suppose... Another tight corner was turned by Martino and his battered car, I guess I was alive for now. My head hit a box as I seemed paralysed with ache and agony, however I looked up at found a familiar symbol, could it be? Nah, no way. Although I suppose they did get away... "Vampire," I breathed heavily.